Page 50 of Recipe for Temptation

“Feel better?” Michael murmured, faintly amused.

“No,” she snapped, keeping her back to him. “Truth be told, I probably won’t ‘feel better’ until I’m back home in Texas.” Safely far away from you!

“Are you homesick, Reese?” His voice was deceptively mild.

She hesitated. He’d misinterpreted her words, but instead of telling him that, she said, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am feeling a little homesick.” As soon as the ridiculous lie left her mouth, she instinctively knew he’d make her pay for it.

She heard a whisper of movement behind her, the only warning she had before he was suddenly right there, reaching her with a predatory stealth that made her wonder if he really was a wolf in disguise.

She let out a startled cry as he seized her shoulders and hauled her roughly against him, bringing her ass into electrifying contact with his huge, rigid arousal. Need exploded in her veins, and her heart thundered out of control.

He surrounded her completely, scorching her with his raw heat and virile intensity.

“Ahh, Reese. Reese.” His voice was gravelly and thick as he tenderly stroked her hair back from her face and brushed warm lips across her temple. “Beautiful, beautiful Reese. What’re you doing to me, baby?”

Disarmed by his unexpected gentleness and the aching vulnerability in his voice, she let her body relax against his, sinking into him. She couldn’t help trembling as his mouth wandered to the edge of her jaw, seeking the corner of her lips. Closing her eyes, she turned her face into his and opened to the heady taste of him, powerless to resist a second longer.

He kissed her as if their bodies were already joined, slow, deep, hungry kisses she felt all the way down in her wet, throbbing core. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. She whimpered into his mouth, melting against her will.

Suddenly his hands were everywhere on her body, her breasts, her thighs, stoking the forbidden flames licking at her core. She gasped into the kiss, her breath sharp and choppy, need rushing through her in a rampaging fever.

When he cupped her ass, she moaned brokenly and gyrated her hips, grinding against the hot, bulging pressure of his cock. He made a pained sound, a low guttural groan that sent a wild thrill up her spine.

“I want you. Want you so fucking bad it’s all I’ve tasted for days,” he whispered raggedly against the side of her neck. His teeth sank into her sensitive flesh, sending waves of blistering sensation crashing through her veins like a drug.

She shuddered uncontrollably, her head falling back against his hard chest. Now she wanted to howl at the moon.

He bit her gently, rasping his tongue against her hammering pulse while he reached for the hem of her nightshirt and slowly dragged it up her bare thighs. She shivered at the cool kiss of silk against her fevered skin. She felt positively weak, unable to stand on her own.

“M-Michael?—”

“That’s right. Say my name.” His big, callused hands slid over her belly and past her heaving ribs before cupping her achy breasts. She cried out, raw pleasure rippling through her and curling her toes.

“Mmm,” he rumbled huskily. “I’ve dreamed about these every night since we met. They feel even better than I imagined.”

Reese groaned, writhing against him as his thumbs teased and stroked her burning nipples, deepening the sweet, pulsing ache in her womb. Her clit was painfully engorged and she was embarrassingly wet between her legs, soaking through her panties. She wanted him to drag her down to the floor and take her, any and every which way he chose.

“Please…” she begged, trying desperately to remember why what they were doing was so damn wrong. “We can’t...we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why the hell not?” His voice was rough with leashed fury. “Because of him?”

She swallowed and bobbed her head weakly.

“Well, he’s not here,” Michael snarled. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. So you better get damn used to it.”

Her heart thumped violently. “Michael?—”

His mouth crushed down on hers, silencing her with a fierce, plundering kiss that left her quaking from head to toe.

“Does he want you the way that I do?” he whispered savagely, his hands tightening over her breasts, kneading and caressing them. “Can he sleep? Can he breathe? Can he think about anything other than being buried deep inside you?”

Reese moaned as her knees threatened to buckle.

“When he makes love to you,” Michael relentlessly demanded, “does he worship your body? Does he know when you want it hard and fast, or when you want to be taken nice and slow? Does he know you?”

A pathetic whimper escaped her.

Gripping her by the waist, Michael sank to his haunches behind her. Her pulse thudded, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin. She licked her lips, dizzy with desire and anticipation as he reached under the nightshirt and grasped the waistband of her panties. The sodden scrap of lace rubbed her swollen clit as he dragged the underwear down her legs, the friction making her mewl in needy response.

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